It’s one thing to do a burnout. It’s another thing to let the car move around a bit in a little dance on a city street, carefully avoiding curbs, parked cars and oncoming traffic. Be mesmerized by this magical burnout dance, and let Australia remind us why they invented the word “hoon.”
This 5.0-liter V8 Holden Commodore lays down a not just a string of everyday elevenses, but a pair of artfully curved black lines snaking down a town street.
I’m not sure whether I’d be annoyed or too impressed to be mad if I was in the black car that comes up to this intersection. The Commodore seems to wait to see if the black car wants to go ahead of him, patiently waiting for him to go while never interrupting his burnout. Whoever said hoons weren’t polite?